Poems (Page 7)

Abundance (a poem)

A poem is not found
in an abundance of words.
Nor is it unnecessarily complex.
Poetry is found in the heart
and in the connection it makes.

Fear makes people see things,
exactly how they thought.
Through biased eyes, accepting lies,
their heart should have fought.

Fear makes people see things.

He has a way of
exploiting my weakness

Like every fool that has lived,
I tried to ignore, move on,
forward.

The beautiful morning sky
assails my sleepy eyes.
It stirs my soul
as in days of ol’
when she brought a smile to thine.

Between me
and the sweet salvation
of slumber I desire,
lies the cat.

standing amidst traffic,
cars on each side,
the wind spins me around.

I cried for you tonight,
and then I cried for me.

Constantly,
you made me question myself.

Relentlessly,
you told me I was not enough.

The promise kept them,
hope sustained them,
every day a little less.